My face splits in half, in a wolfish grin. Her face was priceless. She pounced on me, claws digging into my pelt and she was yelping and licking my face. We went tumbling and rolled around on the ground, like two little pups wrestling. I took in a deep breath, letting her scent fill my nostrils. She smelt like home. I missed that scent when I was dead.
Koda, Koda oh my god you're alive, how? Oh, what does it matter, you're alive! Her voice screamed through my head, echoing loudly.
She got up, head bowed. It she were in human form, she'd definitely be blushing.
Sorry.
Don't mention it. Where are the other two?
Following behind, I went to scout ahead.
Wanna scare the living shit out of them?
Yes. She responded. I hid behind the trees again, and she sat down on the ground, awaiting her companions. After a minute or two, they appeared.
Everything okay?
Yep.
We thought we heard you yelping?
Oh, I just encountered someone. He's dealt with now.
WHO?! They both said together.
Oh, would you like to see?
Ev?
Don't worry, he's not too poorly mutilated. Sarcasm seeping from her words.
I walked out from behind the bushes, slowly and menacingly. Adalia and Damien were shell shocked. Adalia was the first to react.
Is this a sick joke?
Not at all. I reply.
Adalia, it's him, really. Can you believe it? Asks Ev.
How.. She could barley manage to say.
Celestine. They revived me. Scarifies, resurrection, blah blah blah. Long story short, I'm back.
You're gonna have to explain in more detail than that, I mean for all we know-
Shut up Adalia. Koda is ALIVE. Embrace the moment. Said Ev, interrupting her. She shook her wolfish head and welcomed him back, not sure if that was acceptable or not. We walked in pairs, Damien with Adalia and Ev with me.
Ev was chattering away, filling me in in what I lost. My death was rather odd. I remember absolutely nothing of what happened in between life and being resurrected. I don't even really know how they did it. Celestine was a strong guild of alchemists from the medieval times, a bunch of pyromancers, casters and such. Most of the clan members have some sort of powers, the most common is skill with poisons and remedies. The elders are known for there power of speaking to the dead, and even can persuade them to return back to life for a small time, but it requires a sacrifice. They wouldn't tell me what or who they used.
I never remembered Ev being in such a ecstatic mood. Her piercing blue grey eyes were always cold, but now they looked warm like the ocean. Her laughter rang through my head, clear like chimes stirring in the wind. I looked down at her paws, the fur had not grow back over the scared tissue of her left arm. I don't even remember how many times the scar had been reopened. Must have been over three times. She had scars all over her body, mostly her ribs and front legs. Blaez had even more. He was the best hunter we had, and knowing he left sucked. Ryker was supposed to be second hunter, but he was gone too. Adalia, Ev and Damien were still Alpha, Beta and Delta respectively, and I remained medic. I don't help much on the battle field.
Two members of the Celestine volunteered to follow with me, but I rejected the proposal. This was my pack, not theirs, they helped me out enough already.
The sun soaked through my undead body, but I couldn't really feel it. That made me sad. I wouldn't tell them I can't stay for ever, not now. I can't see Ev break down again. The thing about being undead is that you're alive and breathing, but you never grow hungry,you can't have kids, you never feel pain, and if someone inflicts pain on your body, the wound is there, but there is no blood. You're just a zombie. I told the Celestine that I wouldn't stay for long, I'd go back to the ground when we finished this mission. I asked if we could bring back Tallon but they said it was too late, his body had shrivelled up and become one with nature. They did put a blessing on his grave, they planted a tree on where he lays and its big and strong, an evergreen.
Ev looked over at me, You okay? She asked.
I nod faintly, Yes, don't worry. Never been better. I reply, but I know it's not true. Her wolfish eyes narrow, but nods. She then quickly stops.
They're here, I sense their smell. She says. Adalia and Damien move closer.
How many?
2. They others continued walking. She responded. She took a step forward, but before she could do anything else, a twig snapped and rope wrapped around her ankle and she hanging upside down.
"Don't move, unless you want an arrow between her forehead." Someone warned from the branches. I look up and see a dark shadow, a quiver strapped to their back and a large bow with abnormally large arrows, the tip glistening in the summer sun. The archer.
